PuppyGal Short Story.....

The Big Con

It always looked so easy on television! But she had been teasing the door lock with a bobby pin for almost 10 minutes and it didn't show any signs of opening. The ocean surf pounding in the background drowned out any clicks that she thought she was supposed to be hearing. Suddenly, the door flew open, she fell forward with a grunt, and there stood... (The above is what the participants in the contest were given as the begining of their story)

Con, short for Arthur Conan Doyle Jacobs, his given name. All 75 pounds of him, looking like a miniature warrior with a big chest, wide stance and ugly expression, stared her straight in the eye, breathing heavily like an obscene telephone call. Was it fear or pleasure causing him to breath that way? The door had struck him and bounced back hitting her on the head, almost knocking her unconscious. His expression gave no hint of his frame of mind as he stared at her lying in the floor. She half expected him to start laughing at the good trick he had played on her, how else could the door have been locked except from the inside. If his father found out what had happened, it would test their relationship, but wasn't that what this was all about, a game of wits to see who would be boss. "While Daddy is away, I'll run off this prissy baby-sitter who is claiming too much of his attention."

Thirty-six hours down and twenty-four to go with this spoiled brat. Already he had knocked over her bowl of cereal, splattering it all over the cabinet and floor. He had insisted on sleeping in his Daddy's bed so she chose the living room couch over sleeping in his room. Outside he had played in a mud puddle and when she called for him to stop, he ran back into the house tracking mud into the kitchen, dinning room and living room. Down on her hands and knees cleaning the carpet, she tried to tell herself that he didn't know his feet were muddy, but her head was yelling in defiance, "That's right, give the brat a break!!!"

Trying to watch TV with him had been a repulsive experience. He would burp out loud and occasionally pass gas as if it were proper behavior for a 10 year old. She remember her younger brother and his friends at that age and they definitely got a giggly enjoyment out of acting naughty but this guy wasn't savoring the fact that he had repulsed her. It was more like his actions were natural and totally acceptable. At one point when he had passed gas in a disgustingly loud manner, he looked at her as if she had done it and turned his head in the opposite direction so he couldn't smell the odor. Was this a rehearsal for the act he would put on when his father returned? Is this brat smarter than she had given him credit for being? His father was a brilliant computer programmer so why shouldn't his son be extremely smart -- he had a good teacher.

She wanted a family and thoughts of marrying into one already started hadn't concerned her, until now. She wasn't prepared to endure his antics, bad behavior or resentment, but of far greater concerning was that the man she loved had allowed or maybe encouraged him to be such a brat. Would "Daddy" be just as permissive with their children? Would their children be corrupted by this brat's behavior? Doubts, yes she had more than a few.

Lying in the floor with her head aching, she decided that being hit in the head just might have been what she needed to make her realize that this situation was not workable. She had tried to please him by trips to the park, long walks, and fixing his favorite meals. She even brought with her a large selection of toys. But he had seen to it that she had not experienced one moment of peace or felt appreciated since her arrival. She had a good mind to call his Aunt, to see if she would take him for the night. If so, she could just leave a note on the kitchen table saying she was not capable of enduring Con's unpleasant behavior and end it by saying, 'please don't call'.

The brat was sitting down looking at the bump on her head as if thinking he had gone too far this time and might really get in trouble. Slowly he advanced. She thought "What now?" He reached out to her with a remorseful look in his eye. She wondered if it were some kind of trick or if he were truly sorry for what he had done. Just then he gave her a sloppy kiss. Unprepared for such overtures, she stared at him, slightly afraid at what happened next. His posture became stiffer than normal with a very firm wide stance, he bounced on the balls of his feet, his butt started to wiggle - the hips engaged totally and started moving with joy, then total happiness took over, spreading that wiggle down to his feet, the English Bully Butt Wiggle had begun. He finally wanted to be friends.

"OK, you big Con! I'll give you one last chance but one false move and I'll tell your Daddy how I got this bump on my head!!"